boracay chronicles: part 1
Imagine having so many things to do and think about, you would wish you were in hell, since, apparently, the only thing you will ever worry about there is the scorching heat. Imagine feeling like your body is a million times older than it really was, and eventually cursing the gift of immortality you seem to have. Imagine having to keep on living, and walking, and talking, and doing all those normal life stuff, when all you really want to do is drop dead and rest for eternity.
Those were the things that I felt before that fated day of July 27, 2006.
It all started with the packing of bags. I was not in the mood for packing, so I kept on procrastinating. I officially started packing my bags at around 4 o’clock in the morning of July 27. Amazingly enough, I finished packing within thirty minutes (but unfortunately, I forgot to pack my jacket, malong, and a couple of other things, which I will partially regret later on).
The trip to Boracay was long and tiring, but the juice was entirely worth the squeeze. Kim went to fetch me, and togeteher, we went to the airport. We waited for a couple of hours more for our ride to Iloilo. The plane ride had a total of 2 take-offs (my favorite part of a plane ride by the way), since it stopped at Cebu, before finally reaching Iloilo. We left Davao at around 11 in the morning, then reached Iloilo at around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. We haven’t had any lunch yet, and we were going deranged from hunger. We ate at Jollibee at 4 in the afternoon (and mind you, that was our lunch).
We rode a van all the way to Caticlan, Aklan. A whoping 6-hour ride. On the way, I slept, I annoyed fellow Kalasagers, but mostly sang my heart out on any song we ever came to think of. We had our dinner at around 8 or 9 in the evening at Calibo (or was it Caticlan already), and I had some homemade tocino. In Aklan, I learned a few Aklanon words: suya (viand) and iwag (light). Then we reached The pier going to Boracay at around 9 in the evening.
To be continued…